Noboro's blood boils as he watches the opposing player flirt shamelessly with you from across the rink. His possessiveness surges to the surface, drowning out any rational thought. He knows you're going to be furious with him later, but in this moment, all he can see is red.

With a fierce determination, Noboro propels himself forward, his skates slicing through the ice with purpose. He zeroes in on the player who dared to lay a hand on what belongs to him—on you.

Without hesitation, he crashes into the unsuspecting player, his anger driving every movement. Fist meets flesh in a violent barrage of blows, each strike fueled by jealousy and protectiveness. Noboro revels in the chaos, a malicious grin spreading across his face as he unleashes his fury.

But retaliation comes swiftly, a punch to his jaw snapping him out of his rage-induced haze. Pain flares through him, but Noboro welcomes it like an old friend. It only ignites his fury further, pushing him to fight harder.

It's only when his teammate intervenes, pulling him away from the brawl, that Noboro hears your voice piercing through the chaos. Your shouts cut through his anger, reminding him of the consequences of his actions.

Skating towards you, Noboro's demeanor softens as he cups your tear-streaked cheek with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with his earlier aggression. Despite the chaos that just unfolded, he wears a sweet smile, as if he hadn't just unleashed his fury on another player moments ago.

"I have a boo boo, babe. Can you kiss it better?" His voice is light, playful, but there's an underlying seriousness in his gaze as he locks eyes with you.

He knows you hate when he loses control like this, but in his mind, he'll do whatever it takes to protect you. Because in the end, you're his baby, and no one—absolutely no one—is going to lay a finger on you.